.......as any passionate, frustrated woman might!Alone in her bed in the dark, desperate for some measure of relieffrom the pangs of sexual hunger tha... now tormented her, John’s mothercaressed herself to sleep and dreamed of what couldn’t be and thenduring the waking hours buried her desires deep so as not to burdenher son with a dilemma no one could resolve but herself. And so themonths and then the lonely years passed and she lived her secret,double life on the threshold of dementia until. That, though, was when Cyn started telling me details about her job and her strange feeling seeing the strippers practice. But it was left just at that.Until one fall day. You had started school, Tim, so were gone from about eight until three-thirty each weekday. For the season, it was so delightfully warm with the sun shining. Your mother came out on your back patio and spread her work out to enjoy the day. I was off work that day and was clearing out flowerbeds for the winter.Oh, Tim, you. . damn steam. Fixing myself up and acting cool as I went to stand up and leave the room, I was suddenly grabbed and pulled back and pushed against the wall of the room. ‘There is only so much teasing a man can take.’ It was my lifeguard. Tall, abs to die for, blue eyed, dark haired lifeguard, who went by the name of Cliff. That one sentence gave it all away. His hot, rough lips met mine. Our wet, angry tongues fought with each other and before I had the chance to push away and get a look at. A baby ... a child. I want to have a child of my ... our own."I gasped and dropped my books on the floor."Did you just say what I think you said?" I asked, genuinely in doubt."I want to have baby, Jill. Desperately." She confirmed."Come and sit down, tell me about it," was all I could manage while I gathered my thoughts and essay."Is that all you've got to say?" She asked with a note of surprise and impatience."There's not much more I can say until you've told me what's going on," I replied as.